Good deeds invite praise, It is a positive pill, Mind climbs a forward hill, Abuse gets into the race, Hatred in mind is abuse, Envy in mind is profuse, It has a distorted face, Hits a person of grace, It wrecks mind within, Torments persons akin. Praise takes on a constructive note, But withers with a false stroke, Praise and abuse survive in beings, Two facets of a wholesome viewing.
A poem from ‘Serenading Poems Part one’
